P:V Uprising 87
Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
Wells Fargo Center, Philadelphia, PA
10th August 2024
The camera pans across the roaring crowd inside the Wells Fargo Center in Philadelphia, PA, where a sea of passionate fans hold up signs and chant for their favorite P:V Superstars. The atmosphere is electric as the opening pyrotechnics explode across the stage, lighting up the arena in vibrant colors. The camera cuts to the commentary desk, where Zac Brindle and Johnny Kaos are ready to kick off the show.
Zac Brindle: Welcome, everyone, to P:V Uprising 87! We are live from the Wells Fargo Center in the heart of Philadelphia, and what a night we have in store for you!
Johnny Kaos: That’s right, Zac! The City of Brotherly Love is about to witness one of the most brutal main events in P:V history—a steel cage match for the Tag Team Championships! The Anarchy Alliance will defend their titles against the Gutter Gods in a rematch after last week’s intense time limit draw!
Zac Brindle: The stakes couldn’t be higher, Johnny! Both teams are looking to settle the score, and with that steel cage surrounding them, there’s nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. This one is going to be a war!
Johnny Kaos: And if that wasn’t enough, we’ve also got Dash Diaz defending his newly won TV Championship against Maverick Matthews! Matthews has been on a rampage lately, and after the chaos last week, he’s looking to take the gold from Diaz tonight!
Zac Brindle: Diaz has proven time and time again that he’s one of the toughest young stars in P:V, but Matthews is relentless. This could be the toughest challenge of Diaz’s reign so far!
The camera cuts to shots of the steel cage hanging ominously above the ring, then to the TV Championship belt held by Dash Diaz as he warms up backstage.
Johnny Kaos: The steel cage is ready, the titles are on the line, and the action is about to get intense! Philly is fired up, and so are we! Let’s get this show started!
The camera zooms out to a wide shot of the arena, capturing the electric atmosphere of the crowd as the anticipation for the night’s events reaches a fever pitch. The P:V Uprising 87 logo flashes on the screen as the show officially begins.
Backstage
Put Him in his Place
The camera cuts to the parking lot of the Wells Fargo Center, where a sleek, black SUV pulls up. The crowd inside the arena begins to boo as they recognize the vehicle. The doors swing open, and out step Darwin Jones and the Starr Brothers—Darren and Simon Starr. They are dressed in their street gear, looking smug and confident as they make their way into the arena.
Darren Starr: (cracking his knuckles) Tonight’s the night, boys. We’re gonna make a statement.
Simon Starr: (grinning) After we’re done with Garcia and Rush, no one’s gonna doubt who runs this place.
Darwin Jones, towering over the Starr Brothers, walks in between them, his eyes filled with intensity. He stops for a moment, turning to face them with a stern, focused expression.
Darwin Jones: (calmly, but with authority) Listen up. Last week was just the beginning. Garcia might be the champ, but tonight, we’re gonna remind him that his time is running out. He and that nobody, Teddy Rush, are gonna learn the hard way that you don’t mess with us.
Darren Starr nods in agreement, his usual cocky demeanor replaced by a more serious look.
Darren Starr: We’ll take care of business, Darwin. Garcia and Rush won’t know what hit ‘em.
Simon Starr: (smirking) And after we’re done, Garcia will be begging for mercy.
Darwin Jones places a hand on each of their shoulders, looking them in the eyes with a sinister grin.
Darwin Jones: You better. We’re not just here to win. We’re here to send a message. Tonight, we put Adam Garcia in his place—permanently. Make sure he remembers that every time he looks at that championship.
The trio exchanges determined looks before continuing their walk down the corridor. The camera follows them as they approach the locker room area, the boos from the crowd in the background growing louder. They push open the door to their locker room, the camera lingering on their confident expressions before fading out, leaving the tension in the air thick as they prepare for the night’s match.
P:V TV Championship Match
Dash Diaz (c) vs. Maverick Matthews
Backstage
Stars on the Rise
The scene cuts to the entrance of the Wells Fargo Center as the P:V Heavyweight Champion, Adam Garcia, steps out of a sleek black car. The Spanish star is dressed in casual attire, his championship belt slung over his shoulder, gleaming under the arena lights. As he makes his way through the hallway, he’s greeted by a mixture of cheers and nods of respect from the crew members. Suddenly, Teddy Rush appears, jogging up to Garcia with a determined expression.
Teddy Rush: (slightly out of breath) Hey, champ! Glad I caught you.
Garcia stops and turns to face his tag team partner for the night, a confident smile on his face.
Adam Garcia: (nodding) Teddy, good to see you. You ready for tonight?
Teddy Rush: (nodding emphatically) More than ready. Last week, those Starr Brothers thought they could blindside us, but tonight, we’re gonna show them what happens when they mess with the best. I want this win, Adam. Not just for revenge, but to make sure those two don’t get as big as the Legends Club did. We can’t let them think they run this place.
Garcia’s expression turns serious as he listens to Rush’s words. He places a reassuring hand on Rush’s shoulder, looking him in the eyes.
Adam Garcia: (firmly) Teddy, I hear you. I know what’s at stake. We’re not just out there to win—we’re out there to send a message. The Starr Brothers might think they’re on the rise, but they’re not on our level. Not even close.
Teddy Rush nods, his resolve clearly strengthened by Garcia’s words.
Teddy Rush: (determined) Let’s take them down, then. For us, and for P:V.
Garcia gives Rush a confident smirk, adjusting the championship belt on his shoulder.
Adam Garcia: (confidently) Victory will be ours tonight, Teddy. Let’s go out there and remind everyone why we’re at the top.
The two wrestlers exchange a firm handshake, their partnership solidified. They turn and walk side by side down the hallway toward their locker room, the camera following them as they prepare for the night’s showdown. The scene fades out with a sense of anticipation, the crowd buzzing with excitement for what’s to come.
Single Match
Anderson Alvarez vs. Brandon Snyder
Backstage
Triple threat
The scene shifts to the backstage interview area, where Elena Cruz stands ready with a microphone in hand. The atmosphere is electric after an intense night of action, and the crowd’s energy can still be felt echoing through the arena. Dash Diaz, the reigning P:V TV Champion, walks into frame, the championship belt proudly draped over his shoulder. He’s still sweating from his hard-fought victory earlier in the night against Maverick Matthews, but his expression is a mix of frustration and determination.
Elena Cruz: (smiling) Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, the P:V TV Champion, Dash Diaz. Dash, first of all, congratulations on successfully defending your title tonight against Maverick Matthews. However, it seems that match was anything but straightforward, with James Mendoza getting involved yet again. What’s going through your mind right now?
Diaz takes a deep breath, clearly still fired up from the match and the interference. He adjusts the belt on his shoulder before responding, his tone serious.
Dash Diaz: (frustrated) Thanks, Elena. But honestly, I’m tired of this. Every time I step into that ring to defend this title, I’m not just fighting my opponent—I’m fighting Mendoza, Matthews, or both of them. They’re so wrapped up in their own war that they keep sticking their noses where they don’t belong. And you know what? I’m done with it.
Elena nods, sensing Diaz’s frustration. She leans in slightly, eager to hear more.
Elena Cruz: I can tell this has been building up for a while. So, what’s the next step for you, Dash? How do you plan to handle this situation?
Diaz looks directly into the camera, his eyes burning with intensity as he addresses Mendoza and Matthews through the lens.
Dash Diaz: (determined) Mendoza, Matthews, I’m sick of you two turning my title defenses into your own personal battleground. You want to keep getting involved? Fine. Let’s settle this once and for all. I’ll put this title on the line against both of you—at the same time. Triple threat, no excuses, no distractions. Just the three of us in that ring, and let’s see who really deserves to walk out as the TV Champion.
The crowd can be heard roaring with approval from the arena, excited at the prospect of such a high-stakes match. Diaz’s challenge hangs in the air, a bold move from a fighting champion. Elena Cruz looks impressed by Diaz’s resolve.
Elena Cruz: (in awe) Dash, that’s a huge challenge you’re laying down. Are you sure you’re ready to take on both Maverick Matthews and James Mendoza at once?
Diaz smirks confidently, his passion and drive clear as he pats the TV Championship belt.
Dash Diaz: (confidently) Elena, I didn’t win this title to hide behind it. I’m ready for anything and anyone. If Mendoza and Matthews want a piece of me, they can bring everything they’ve got. But when it’s all said and done, they’ll both know why I’m the P:V TV Champion.
With that, Diaz turns and walks out of the frame, his challenge issued and his resolve unshaken. The camera lingers on Elena Cruz, who looks both impressed and eager for what’s to come, before the scene fades to black.
Single Match
Dutch Ramirez vs. Midas
Backstage
Inch by Inch
The scene transitions to the dimly lit locker room of Darwin Jones and the Starr Brothers, Darren and Simon. The air is thick with anticipation, the low hum of the crowd reverberating through the walls as their match against Adam Garcia and Teddy Rush approaches. The Starr Brothers are already in their gear, pacing the room with focused intensity, while Darwin Jones sits calmly on a bench, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, a confident smirk on his face.
Jones finally stands up, towering over the Starr Brothers, his presence commanding the room. He looks at Darren and Simon with a serious expression, his voice low and firm as he begins to speak.
Darwin Jones: (intensely) Tonight’s the night, boys. Adam Garcia and Teddy Rush think they can just stroll in and take us down after what we did last week. But we’re not just here to win a match—we’re here to make a statement.
Darren Starr clenches his fists, his eyes narrowing as he listens to Jones. Simon Starr nods in agreement, his expression just as determined.
Darren Starr: (with a sneer) They’re gonna regret underestimating us.
Simon Starr: (with a grin) Big time.
Jones steps closer to the Starr Brothers, his voice dropping to a near growl as he lays out his plan.
Darwin Jones: (authoritatively) This isn’t just about getting a win, it’s about sending a message to Garcia, to Rush, to everyone in that locker room. We take them out, and we show the world that we’re not just another team—we’re the future of P:V.
He pauses, letting his words sink in, before continuing with even more intensity.
Darwin Jones: (commanding) When you get out there, I want you to hit them harder than they’ve ever been hit before. Don’t give them an inch. Break them down, piece by piece. Make them wish they never stepped into that ring with you.
The Starr Brothers exchange a glance, their confidence bolstered by Jones’ words. They both nod in agreement, ready to do whatever it takes to make that statement.
Darren Starr: (smirking) We’ll make sure they remember the name Starr.
Simon Starr: (confidently) And that they never forget it.
Jones grins, pleased with their resolve. He claps both men on the shoulder, a gesture of camaraderie and trust.
Darwin Jones: (satisfied) That’s what I want to hear. Now go out there and show them what real dominance looks like.
With that, Darren and Simon Starr exchange a final look, their expressions mirroring the intensity of the moment. They nod to Jones one last time before heading toward the locker room door, ready to make their entrance. As they exit, the camera lingers on Jones, who watches them leave with a confident smirk, clearly anticipating the chaos that’s about to unfold.
The scene fades out as Jones leans back against the wall, crossing his arms, knowing that the Starr Brothers are about to put his words into action in the next match.
Tag Team Match
Adam Garcia & Teddy Rush vs. The Starr Brothers
Backstage
Setting the Stage
The scene opens backstage at the Wells Fargo Center, with Elena Cruz standing by in front of a P:V-branded backdrop. The excitement of the evening is palpable as the camera pans over to reveal her guests, “The Dark Horse” Darrell Robles and his manager Hellbender. Robles, with a determined look in his eyes, stands confidently beside Hellbender, who sports a sinister smile, her dark presence adding an ominous air to the interview.
Elena Cruz: “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guests at this time, Darrell Robles and his manager Hellbender. Darrell, tonight you have a huge opportunity as you go one-on-one with the International Heavyweight Champion, Masafumi Satake. You’ve been vocal about the lack of opportunities you’ve received under the previous management. How are you feeling heading into this match now that James Von Drake is in charge?”
Robles, dressed in his signature black and gold gear, takes a deep breath before responding, his voice laced with frustration but also a newfound determination.
Darrell Robles: “Elena, let’s not sugarcoat it. Under JD James, I was overlooked, underappreciated, and flat-out disrespected. While others were handed opportunities, I was left in the shadows, despite proving time and again that I’m one of the best this company has to offer. But now, things have changed. James Von Drake is in charge, and this is my time to step out of the shadows and into the spotlight where I belong.”
Hellbender nods in agreement, her eyes gleaming with a malevolent intent as she looks at Robles.
Hellbender: “JD James didn’t know what he had in Darrell Robles, but that’s his loss. Now, under the new regime, Darrell is going to show the world exactly what happens when you keep a Dark Horse caged for too long. He’s ready to break out and leave his mark on P:V, starting tonight with Satake.”
Robles, his expression hardening, steps closer to the microphone, his voice lowering as he speaks with intensity.
Darrell Robles: “Satake is a great champion, no doubt about that. But tonight, he’s going to find out that I’m not just some stepping stone. I’m a force to be reckoned with, and I’m going to prove it by taking out the International Heavyweight Champion. This isn’t just about a win, Elena—this is about making a statement, and that statement is that Darrell Robles is done waiting for opportunities. From now on, I’m taking them.”
The intensity in Robles’ voice sends a shiver down Elena’s spine as she listens, the determination in his eyes unmistakable. Hellbender places a hand on Robles’ shoulder, smirking as she adds her final thoughts.
Hellbender: “Satake, I hope you’re ready, because this is the dawn of a new era. And in this era, there’s no room for mercy. The Dark Horse is coming for you, and nothing will stand in his way.”
Robles stares directly into the camera, his gaze unwavering as he delivers his final words.
Darrell Robles: “It starts tonight, Elena. Masafumi Satake is just the first. By the end of the night, everyone will know that Darrell Robles is here to take what’s his.”
With that, Robles and Hellbender turn and walk off, leaving Elena Cruz standing in silence, the weight of Robles’ words hanging in the air. The camera lingers on Elena’s thoughtful expression before cutting back to the arena, where the anticipation for the upcoming match is at an all-time high.
Single Match
Masafumi Satake vs. Darrell Robles
Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
Project:Violence Oblivion PPV
28th September 2024
Barclays Center, Brooklyn, NY
Ringside
The Dark Horse Rises
The match between Masafumi Satake and Darrell Robles has just concluded, with Satake emerging victorious in a hard-fought battle. The crowd erupts in cheers as the International Heavyweight Champion stands tall in the center of the ring, raising his title belt high above his head in celebration. The arena lights glint off the polished gold as Satake basks in the admiration of the fans, a triumphant smile on his face.
As Satake turns to each side of the ring, acknowledging the roaring crowd, Darrell Robles slowly rises to his feet in the corner, a look of frustration and anger etched across his face. The camera catches the glint of something dark in Robles’ eyes as he glares at Satake. Without warning, Robles charges forward, blindsiding Satake with a vicious forearm to the back of the head!
The crowd gasps in shock, their cheers turning into a wave of boos as Satake crumples to the mat, the championship belt slipping from his grasp. Robles doesn’t stop there; he immediately begins to lay into Satake with a series of brutal stomps, driving his boot into the champion’s midsection over and over again. The boos from the fans grow louder, filling the arena with a cacophony of disbelief and anger.
Robles, who had always been a fan favorite, now finds himself the target of the crowd’s ire. But the former hero seems unfazed by the backlash, his face twisted into a sneer as he continues his relentless assault on Satake. The referee and ringside officials rush into the ring, desperately trying to pull Robles off, but he shoves them away, determined to inflict as much damage as possible.
Robles drags Satake to his feet by the hair, his eyes filled with fury. He looks out at the booing crowd, a scowl on his face, before hoisting Satake onto his shoulders and delivering a devastating Death Valley Driver onto the mat! The ring shakes with the impact, and Satake lies motionless, his body limp as the fans boo even louder.
Robles stands over Satake’s fallen body, breathing heavily as he stares down at the man he once respected. The crowd’s boos are deafening, but Robles doesn’t care. He glares down at the championship belt lying next to Satake, then slowly picks it up, holding it in his hands for a moment before tossing it disdainfully onto Satake’s chest.
The camera zooms in on Robles’ face, his expression one of cold determination and newfound ruthlessness. He then exits the ring, the fans’ boos following him up the ramp as he walks away without a single glance back at the carnage he’s left in the ring. The camera pans over the stunned faces in the audience, who can’t believe what they’ve just witnessed.
In the ring, Satake begins to stir, clutching his championship belt as he struggles to sit up. The champion looks dazed and in pain, the celebration of his hard-earned victory now completely overshadowed by Robles’ shocking betrayal. The commentators express their disbelief at what just transpired, with Zac Brindle exclaiming how Robles has turned his back on the fans, while Johnny Kaos speculates on what this could mean for the future.
The segment ends with Satake sitting on the mat, the International Heavyweight Championship clutched to his chest, as the camera fades to black, leaving the P:V Universe in stunned silence.
Backstage
Tickets to Tokyo
The scene transitions to the backstage area of the Wells Fargo Center, where the camera zooms in on the door to General Manager James Von Drake’s office. The door swings open abruptly, and in stride the Masters of the Mat—Mike Donovan and George Lancaster, both visibly agitated. The heel tag team cuts an imposing figure, dressed in matching custom gear, their expressions etched with frustration. They waste no time as they approach Von Drake, who is seated behind his desk, calmly reviewing some documents.
Mike Donovan: “Von Drake, we need to talk—right now!”
Von Drake looks up from his paperwork, his expression shifting from surprise to mild annoyance as he sees the two wrestlers standing before him.
James Von Drake: “Well, gentlemen, what can I do for you?”
George Lancaster: “What you can do for us is explain why we haven’t received our plane tickets to Tokyo yet! ‘Tokyo Turmoil’ is around the corner, and we were promised a spot on that card. But we’ve heard nothing, and now we’re starting to wonder if you’re playing games with us.”
Donovan slams his fist on Von Drake’s desk for emphasis, but the GM remains unfazed, leaning back in his chair with a calm demeanor.
James Von Drake: “Tokyo Turmoil, huh? Look, I get it, you’re both upset. But here’s the deal—right now, as it stands, you didn’t make the cut.”
The Masters of the Mat exchange shocked glances, their expressions quickly turning from confusion to anger.
Mike Donovan: “What do you mean we didn’t make the cut? We’re one of the best teams on this roster! We’ve been busting our asses week in and week out, and now you’re telling us we’re not good enough?”
James Von Drake: “I’m telling you that, as of right now, there are other teams that have been making bigger waves. But hey, this is wrestling, and things can change in an instant. The main event tonight is a steel cage match between the Anarchy Alliance and the Gutter Gods. Depending on how that goes, there might be an opening for you two. But as of right now, I need to see more from you guys.”
The frustration is palpable as Lancaster paces the room, while Donovan clenches his fists, seething with anger.
George Lancaster: “This is bullshit, Von Drake. We’re not just some random team—you know what we bring to the table!”
Von Drake, sensing the tension, raises his hands in a placating gesture.
James Von Drake: “Look, I’m not here to screw anyone over. You want a future shot at the International Tag Championships? Show me something. The landscape could change after that main event. Who knows, you might even find yourselves with a golden opportunity. But until then, you’re going to have to wait.”
Donovan and Lancaster exchange another look, their frustration evident. Without another word, the Masters of the Mat turn and storm out of the office, slamming the door behind them. Von Drake sighs and shrugs his shoulders, muttering under his breath.
James Von Drake: “Everyone’s in a rush these days…”
He leans back in his chair, picking up the remote to the monitor on his desk. As he settles in to watch the main event, the camera fades to black, leaving the tension in the air as the steel cage match looms on the horizon.
Backstage
Payback
The camera cuts to a shot of the backstage area, where Teddy Rush, looking satisfied with his performance earlier in the night, is seen walking through the dimly lit corridors of the Wells Fargo Center. His face is lit up with a confident grin, clearly pleased with having teamed up with P:V Heavyweight Champion Adam Garcia to secure a victory over the Starr Brothers. Rush carries his gear bag over his shoulder, heading toward the parking lot to leave the arena.
As he pushes open the heavy double doors leading to the parking lot, the cold night air hits his face. The lot is mostly empty, save for a few scattered cars under the flickering lights. Rush’s confident stride falters when he suddenly comes face to face with a sinister trio—Darwin Jones and the Starr Brothers, Darren and Simon. The three men stand in the shadows, their expressions a mix of smugness and malice.
Teddy Rush: “What the hell do you guys want?”
Rush’s voice carries a hint of wariness as he drops his bag, readying himself for a fight, but before he can react, the trio pounce on him. The Starr Brothers are the first to strike, with Simon delivering a stiff forearm to Rush’s jaw, while Darren sweeps his legs out from under him. Darwin Jones follows up, landing a vicious kick to Rush’s ribs as he tries to get up.
Rush tries to defend himself, throwing punches, but the numbers game is too much. The Starr Brothers grab him by the arms, holding him in place as Darwin Jones steps forward with a sadistic grin.
Darwin Jones: “You thought you could just walk out of here without paying the price, huh?”
Jones lands a brutal right hook to Rush’s midsection, causing him to double over in pain. The trio continue their merciless beatdown, stomping on Rush while he’s down, their laughter echoing through the empty parking lot.
From the far end of the lot, the P:V Heavyweight Champion Adam Garcia comes tearing around the corner, sprinting toward the scene, his eyes blazing with fury.
Adam Garcia: “Get the hell away from him!”
Garcia’s voice booms across the lot, and the Starr Brothers quickly release Rush, retreating as Darwin Jones sneers at the approaching champion. Garcia reaches them in seconds, but before he can get his hands on any of them, the trio make a hasty retreat to a nearby car. They pile in as Simon Starr hits the gas, tires screeching as the car speeds away, leaving a frustrated and seething Adam Garcia behind.
Garcia watches the car disappear into the night, fists clenched at his sides, before turning his attention to Teddy Rush, who is writhing on the cold pavement, clutching his ribs in pain. Garcia kneels beside his fallen partner, checking on him with concern etched on his face.
Adam Garcia: “Hang in there, Teddy. I’ve got you.”
Rush winces but manages a nod of acknowledgment, his breath coming in labored gasps. The scene fades out as Garcia helps his friend to his feet, the camera capturing the intensity in the champion’s eyes—a promise of retribution for the ambush that just took place.
Tokyo Turmoil
Presented by the Sanctioned Violence Network
The first ever International Tag Team Champions will be crowned, as the top teams from the sVo, P:V, DW, RSPW, LdCE & the Network Affiliates do battle!
18th August 2024
Samurai Summit Arena & Casino, Tokyo Japan
P:V Tag Team Championship Steel Cage Match
The Anarchy Alliance (c) vs. The Gutter Gods
Ringside
Gutter Phenomenon
[The crowd is still buzzing from the brutal cage match as The Gutter Gods, Hate Watson and Miike, stand victorious in the center of the ring, clutching their newly won Project: Violence Tag Team Championships. Blood drips from their faces, and the raw energy of the fight still radiates from their bodies. Hate Watson grabs a mic, a wicked smile spreading across his face as the crowd falls into a hushed anticipation.]
Hate Watson: You see this?
[Watson holds up the tag team title, glancing at it with disinterest.]
Hate Watson: This shiny piece of gold they want us to care about…they think this makes us kings, they think this makes us rulers of this rotten world!
[The crowd erupts, but Hate’s voice cuts through the noise, sharp as a knife.]
Hate Watson: But you should know by now, we ain’t here for crowns. We ain’t here for thrones or the hollow glory of victory. We are the Gutter Gods, born in filth, raised in chaos! Titles? They’re just bait, a way to lure the so-called best into the slaughterhouse!
[Miike, with a sadistic grin, paces around the ring, still tasting the violence in the air.]
Hate Watson: You all watched, you all cheered, and you thought you were seeing us fight for these straps. But what you really saw was the natural order of things—chaos unleashed, carnage perfected. Tonight, it wasn’t about winning; it was about sending a message. No cage can hold us, no walls can contain the destruction we bring!
[The crowd roars, divided between awe and fear as Hate’s intensity grows.[
Hate Watson: We didn’t need these belts to prove what we are, but now that we’ve got them, they’ll be the keys to opening hell on earth! These titles ain’t trophies—they’re the chains we’ll use to drag this entire company into the abyss! Project: Violence, you wanted chaos? Well, chaos is what you’ve got! And this is just the beginning!
[Hate Watson drops the mic, and the crowd explodes as Miike stands beside him, both men raising their titles high, not as symbols of victory but as instruments of the chaos they plan to unleash. The screen fades to black, the echoes of their words still reverberating through the arena.]
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